Several weeks later... 15 March
This is the last of my midterms, and thus far, the term is cooking
along quite nicely, with a few minor speedbumps along the way...
I'm tired of being treated as if I don't know anything...but that's
the price of an ageless face. I can deal with that. Most folks come
around when they get to know me as time is proving.
Most of my classmates pretty much leave me be: I'm the "hot geekgrrl",
with the bad temper and cynical attitude...Kitty's the cute, perky
one and since she's the outgoing one, most of the attention goes to
her and she doesn't mind...
...but that's only good for comp sci...
Shin encouraged me to get in on an independent study course for
history, but the grad-idiot they assigned me as a tutor is enough
to make me want to tear my hair out!
She has no earthly clue about history or anything...and the worst
case of baby-rabies I've ever seen!
Dumb bint wants to get knocked up so that she her S.O. will have
to marry her, and not she won't have to really work or at think
she can teach history at one of the "charter schools" that litter
this town like yesterday's bleeding ticker-tape!
Yeah. What. Ever. Bitches like you give real women a bad rep.
Time to save entry and see of you-know-who's at the coffee shoppe
like he said he'd be!
-------------------------------------
I clipped my PDA shut and tucked it into my utility belt as I headed
into my favourite coffee shop: the Daily Grind looking for that
billionaire badboy I can't resist... Journal done for the moment...
One of those things I don't really keep up on when I'm buried in
University!
Hrmm... Wallstreet Journal. Tall French Vanilla latte. Davidhoff
'Cool Water'... dead give away that is!
[Oy, luv?] I mindcalled to him as I made my way through the news
stand and past the counter to the comfortable bay window booth we
always seem to snag when we meet here, parking my satchel on one
side of the booth with his trench coat and briefcase, [Miss me?]
The Journal dropped to reveal those sparkling blue eyes and the
smile that nobody'd ever believe he possessed, unless they saw it
in person, [Hey, Snowhead.. Of course I missed you--are you nucking
futts? Two weeks in business meetings between Japan and the Left-
coast may leave me jet-lagged from hell, but always happy to see
my favourite lady!]
He pulled me into the seat beside him, slipping his arms around me
in a warm embrace and one of those gotta-remember-to-breathe kisses
of his. He missed me alrighty...and I could sense a sincere desire
to really spend some time together during my springbreak holiday...
two whole weeks....might actually happen, that we don't get inter-
rupted... long story, but suffice to say, that some people in this
world have nothing better to do than interrupt "us" when we're
together...
...go figure...
Shin tasted like French-vanilla latte, and a hint of the apple pie
he'd snacked on: two things that I don't mind at all...I was happily
ignoring the world, curled up with this amazingly gorgous guy when
this aboslutely ear-shattering squeal assaulted our ears.
"ohmygawd..ohmygawd..ohmygawd..." some gal exclaimed from behind me,
"ican'tbeleivethis!"
[....] Shin sent a general sense of aggrivation and disgust at the
high pitched female voice as he soflty broke off kissing me to look
past me, at the ditzy breeder-wanna-be who'd been assigned to my
independent study tutor, [I shall assume, m'cherie, that this is that
obtuse wench you have expressed such dire contempt for?]
I looked up at those blue eyes, which were hardening with cool disdain
for Stephanie, and the sympathy that passed along the telepathic link
we oft conversed through while we were apart in town...the "off the
record" stuff that helped both of us stay sane...comforted me as Shin
slid an arm around me, [Oy, ye got that right, luv... She be the one
they gave me for mentor for my indi-study in history!]
I turned and looked at her, using a rather childish nickname I'd heard
her sorority galpals use withher, "Can't believe what, Steffie?"
Her blonde head bobbed and artificially azure eyes blinked more than
once as she looked at the pair of us, nearly dropping her diet-espresso
in the process, "ohmygawd... It is you, Staciiiiii"
"Yes, I am here, trying to enjoy a cuppa with my guy, d'ye mind?" I
grumbled at her, stretching my feet onto the booth opposite us as she
eyed the space in the crowded coffee shoppe...
"ididn'tknowyouweredatinganybody!!you'resolucky!!" she gushed,
between guzzling her espresso, "that'ssocool!!!waituntilitell
thegirlsaboutthis!"
Shin quirked a brow, looking at the bubbleheaded grad student,
"So? What's your major, Steffie? In for your M.R.S. degree?"
The girl actually stopped and gawked at Shin, his warm whiskey
voice conveying not-so-gentle condesention as he reached around
and grabbed our stuff, practically calculating the cost of his
Armani, Prada briefcase and London Fog trench..never mind the
Seiko and his tasteful jewelry...
"ohnomastersineducation...." Steffie enthused,"ijustlovelittlekids
andstuff!"
"Well, I don't," I said rather susinctly, knowing Shin and I were
on the same page about that topic, "Can't stand the bloody snot-
dragons, can
ye, Shin?"
He looked at Steffie and then back to me and shivered, "Hell no,
Snow!"
The Tri-Delta girl looked like she'd been rendered in anime all of
a sudden...
Dunno if it was what we were saying about being childfree--or the
fact that Shin and I walked through the table--and her--and left
the Daily Grind arm in arm...and frankly, I didn't care.
Shin and I walked down the street, not minding the closeness required
to share his black brolly and keep out of the rain...I'd deal with
Steffie after we got back from our holiday!
This is the last of my midterms, and thus far, the term is cooking
along quite nicely, with a few minor speedbumps along the way...
I'm tired of being treated as if I don't know anything...but that's
the price of an ageless face. I can deal with that. Most folks come
around when they get to know me as time is proving.
Most of my classmates pretty much leave me be: I'm the "hot geekgrrl",
with the bad temper and cynical attitude...Kitty's the cute, perky
one and since she's the outgoing one, most of the attention goes to
her and she doesn't mind...
...but that's only good for comp sci...
Shin encouraged me to get in on an independent study course for
history, but the grad-idiot they assigned me as a tutor is enough
to make me want to tear my hair out!
She has no earthly clue about history or anything...and the worst
case of baby-rabies I've ever seen!
Dumb bint wants to get knocked up so that she her S.O. will have
to marry her, and not she won't have to really work or at think
she can teach history at one of the "charter schools" that litter
this town like yesterday's bleeding ticker-tape!
Yeah. What. Ever. Bitches like you give real women a bad rep.
Time to save entry and see of you-know-who's at the coffee shoppe
like he said he'd be!
-------------------------------------
I clipped my PDA shut and tucked it into my utility belt as I headed
into my favourite coffee shop: the Daily Grind looking for that
billionaire badboy I can't resist... Journal done for the moment...
One of those things I don't really keep up on when I'm buried in
University!
Hrmm... Wallstreet Journal. Tall French Vanilla latte. Davidhoff
'Cool Water'... dead give away that is!
[Oy, luv?] I mindcalled to him as I made my way through the news
stand and past the counter to the comfortable bay window booth we
always seem to snag when we meet here, parking my satchel on one
side of the booth with his trench coat and briefcase, [Miss me?]
The Journal dropped to reveal those sparkling blue eyes and the
smile that nobody'd ever believe he possessed, unless they saw it
in person, [Hey, Snowhead.. Of course I missed you--are you nucking
futts? Two weeks in business meetings between Japan and the Left-
coast may leave me jet-lagged from hell, but always happy to see
my favourite lady!]
He pulled me into the seat beside him, slipping his arms around me
in a warm embrace and one of those gotta-remember-to-breathe kisses
of his. He missed me alrighty...and I could sense a sincere desire
to really spend some time together during my springbreak holiday...
two whole weeks....might actually happen, that we don't get inter-
rupted... long story, but suffice to say, that some people in this
world have nothing better to do than interrupt "us" when we're
together...
...go figure...
Shin tasted like French-vanilla latte, and a hint of the apple pie
he'd snacked on: two things that I don't mind at all...I was happily
ignoring the world, curled up with this amazingly gorgous guy when
this aboslutely ear-shattering squeal assaulted our ears.
"ohmygawd..ohmygawd..ohmygawd..." some gal exclaimed from behind me,
"ican'tbeleivethis!"
[....] Shin sent a general sense of aggrivation and disgust at the
high pitched female voice as he soflty broke off kissing me to look
past me, at the ditzy breeder-wanna-be who'd been assigned to my
independent study tutor, [I shall assume, m'cherie, that this is that
obtuse wench you have expressed such dire contempt for?]
I looked up at those blue eyes, which were hardening with cool disdain
for Stephanie, and the sympathy that passed along the telepathic link
we oft conversed through while we were apart in town...the "off the
record" stuff that helped both of us stay sane...comforted me as Shin
slid an arm around me, [Oy, ye got that right, luv... She be the one
they gave me for mentor for my indi-study in history!]
I turned and looked at her, using a rather childish nickname I'd heard
her sorority galpals use withher, "Can't believe what, Steffie?"
Her blonde head bobbed and artificially azure eyes blinked more than
once as she looked at the pair of us, nearly dropping her diet-espresso
in the process, "ohmygawd... It is you, Staciiiiii"
"Yes, I am here, trying to enjoy a cuppa with my guy, d'ye mind?" I
grumbled at her, stretching my feet onto the booth opposite us as she
eyed the space in the crowded coffee shoppe...
"ididn'tknowyouweredatinganybody!!you'resolucky!!" she gushed,
between guzzling her espresso, "that'ssocool!!!waituntilitell
thegirlsaboutthis!"
Shin quirked a brow, looking at the bubbleheaded grad student,
"So? What's your major, Steffie? In for your M.R.S. degree?"
The girl actually stopped and gawked at Shin, his warm whiskey
voice conveying not-so-gentle condesention as he reached around
and grabbed our stuff, practically calculating the cost of his
Armani, Prada briefcase and London Fog trench..never mind the
Seiko and his tasteful jewelry...
"ohnomastersineducation...." Steffie enthused,"ijustlovelittlekids
andstuff!"
"Well, I don't," I said rather susinctly, knowing Shin and I were
on the same page about that topic, "Can't stand the bloody snot-
dragons, can
ye, Shin?"
He looked at Steffie and then back to me and shivered, "Hell no,
Snow!"
The Tri-Delta girl looked like she'd been rendered in anime all of
a sudden...
Dunno if it was what we were saying about being childfree--or the
fact that Shin and I walked through the table--and her--and left
the Daily Grind arm in arm...and frankly, I didn't care.
Shin and I walked down the street, not minding the closeness required
to share his black brolly and keep out of the rain...I'd deal with
Steffie after we got back from our holiday!